No kiss to tell

Last night, I went on my first date in about two months. I was surprised by how well it went. You see, for the last year and a half, I’ve been on a string of very bad dates.

There was the big-time marketing executive at one of the most profitable technology companies in the last 10 years. He was definitely on the prowl for a PR bunny. He was my type: tall, lanky, and geeky. Silicon Valley geeky, not Star Wars geeky. I do like Star Wars geeky, though. After our second date, he leaned in to kiss me while I leaned back and said, “I’mmmmmmmmm not ready!” He looked really offended, and proceeded to give me a two hour lecture on how I’m so stiff and uptight for a girl my age, and how I should be having lots of casual sex. Not my style, man. Not my style.

And then there was the guy that I went on one date with, who decided that he HAD to see me the next day, which creeped me out. I stopped returning his phone calls. Months later, he IMs me out of the blue, and asks if we can be Facebook friends again. I didn’t even know that he unfriended me. He explains, “I know this will creep you out, but I became a little obsessed with you after that one time we went out. My friends told me to get a grip, so I deleted you off my MySpace and Facebook.” Way to leave a girl speechless. By the way, I allowed him to re-add me. I’m too nice.

And then there was the guy who said to me, “If you think you’re going to be the only girl, you betta’ check yo’self.”

After dates like that, it’s refreshing to go on one that was quite nice. We met up in the city after work, and went to dinner and a movie. I wasn’t nervous – so much that I didn’t even put any thought into what I was wearing, my makeup, or anything. I wore what I wore to work, and had my hair in a ponytail. Anyone that knows me knows that this is unheard of. We talked, and laughed, and it was casual and comforting.

Simple. That’s how I like things nowadays.